Dream Diary 2 |
An invented setting, a cafe and a garage with a cast of film noir lighting. Aaron was there, Andrew was there. Built to Spill was playing in an informal stage setting across the small, unrecognizable ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Jan 2009 13:53:00 GMT |
Dream Diary 1 |
A last kiss so real, so vivid. Delicate, warm, just like I remember. The tiny cruel synapses have done it once again. Fooled my heart that a wonderful reality that once long faded had emerged into th...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 13:34:00 GMT |
Exile |
Exiled from everything, as my creative spirit seems to be suffocated by misery. A continuous crutch that I bear. A world of worries stacked, one atop the other in rows of sad sorry keepsakes. Never an...
Posted by on Tue, 13 Jan 2009 22:04:00 GMT |
Fucking Subconscious |
It helpedSeeing youAnd talkingSorting out eventsExplanationsPast shadowsOf things that never wereBut the dreams still haunt meLike windswept corridorsDecorated in picture booksTainted withHallucinatio...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Dec 2008 14:23:00 GMT |
Vast apathy |
When the days Start to blend into each otherAnd the nights and daysSit and acheI confine myself inwardReject the worldAnd just sinkInto a vast apathy
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 23:43:00 GMT |
Dance or Die |
When you dropped me offOn that gingerbread streetI recited a deadpan clicheLike John fucking WayneIt felt coolThose shoes felt good.Buy they were only borrowedI should have knowThat you eitherDanceOrD...
Posted by on Thu, 11 Dec 2008 21:16:00 GMT |
Fluid |
Passing through meLike embalming fluidNothingness and solitudeA coma inducedShaken by realismAcquitted by silenceAwoken by fortitudeYou will Never knowWho I amWhat I amThe depthsOf meThe infinite syna...
Posted by on Wed, 10 Dec 2008 11:02:00 GMT |
That time you wore blood |
The costumeSuited youCoveredIn that concoctionOf syrupAnd dyeNakedAnd PureVulnerableBy the viciousness of all thatMade the nightIn Los AngelesWe were mercenariesWe were soldiersOf fierce rejectionCorn...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Bloody Vodka |
There was that momentWhen you looked at meWith wild childish eyesInnocent and freeI saw your memoriesOr at least the good onesAnd we made loveBut you fledAnd I ranAnd saw it so clearLike through the f...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 23:09:00 GMT |
Host |
The ChristsDrain their bloodAnd the on rampsAndOff rampsHave their saintsBut in the afternoonWhen the silence is thickArrows pierce through meOnto the routesOf Southern painsStrikes through the heartL...
Posted by on Tue, 09 Dec 2008 22:47:00 GMT |
